"So you've sunk low enough to drug me?" Laura felt as if she had been struck by a bolt from the blue. “What kind of person are you?"

Had she fallen in love with someone despicable, evil, and shameless in the past?

Was she not seeing clearly back then?

Forrest aided the feeble Laura onto the bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at her. "I don't know who told you that my mother hurt you. I know your temper. You won't forgive me, but I don't want you to leave me..."

Laura sneered. "So you use such a shameless method? Forrest, listen, what you did will only make me hate you more. Do you know how disgusting your behavior is?"

Forrest was stunned.

Disgusting?

He abruptly recognized that his actions were indeed inappropriate.

How could he resort to this?

He pressed his temples hard.

He was too afraid that Laura would leave him, so he resorted to such a ridiculous thing.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He scrambled out of the room in a panic.

He had used despicable means on Laura.

What would she think of him now?

Had he only succeeded in pushing her away?

It was only after Forrest exited the room that Laura allowed herself to breathe.

She had truly feared that Forrest would...

Gradually, she closed her eyes, her roiling emotions now concealed.